This is a song about "Left"

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Right now using my left brain

Your father left you for another

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Left her outta the limelight

Over me the same peeps that have died

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Left you bitches there standing idle

Think i need another play

Got nothing left to say

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

And i'm left for the corrections,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

So with your mind left exploded